1 Her words fairly drove him wild.
2 All this was fair play, they felt.
3 He had never had a fair chance, poor little fellow, she would say.
4 All the fair structure of their hopes came crashing about their ears.
5 No, of course it was not fair, but then fairness had nothing to do with it.
6 No, of course it was not fair, but then fairness had nothing to do with it.
7 It was nearly a year and a half ago that Jurgis had met Ona, at a horse fair a hundred miles from home.
8 She told them all about it the next day, and fairly cried with happiness, for she said that Tamoszius was a lovely man.
9 He was looking her fairly in the face, and he could read the sudden fear and wild uncertainty that leaped into her eyes.
10 It was seldom he got as fair treatment as from this last farmer, and so as time went on he learned to shun the houses and to prefer sleeping in the fields.
11 He put up his hands to protect his face, but Jurgis, lunging with all the power of his arm and body, struck him fairly between the eyes and knocked him backward.
12 Marija, who threatened horrid murder a hundred times a day, and would weep over the injury of a fly, seized little Sebastijonas in her arms and bid fair to smother him with kisses.
13 Ona was fairly dancing, and she and Cousin Marija took Jurgis by the arm and escorted him from room to room, sitting in each chair by turns, and then insisting that he should do the same.
14 So far the weather had been fair, and he had slept out every night in a vacant lot; but now there fell suddenly a shadow of the advancing winter, a chill wind from the north and a driving storm of rain.
15 That the priest would object to these schools was something of which he had as yet no idea, and for the present his mind was made up that the children of Teta Elzbieta should have as fair a chance as any other children.
16 Into this wild-beast tangle these men had been born without their consent, they had taken part in it because they could not help it; that they were in jail was no disgrace to them, for the game had never been fair, the dice were loaded.
17 On fair nights he would sleep in the park or on a truck or an empty barrel or box, and when it was rainy or cold he would stow himself upon a shelf in a ten-cent lodging-house, or pay three cents for the privileges of a "squatter" in a tenement hallway.
18 It chanced to be a rush day at Durham's, and all the long morning he limped about with his aching foot; by noontime the pain was so great that it made him faint, and after a couple of hours in the afternoon he was fairly beaten, and had to tell the boss.
19 One evening they came over for a visit, and naturally the first subject upon which the conversation turned was the neighborhood and its history; and then Grandmother Majauszkiene, as the old lady was called, proceeded to recite to them a string of horrors that fairly froze their blood.